In the stillness, where darkness breathes its heavy blanket, there exists a space between moments. A silent scream resonates, not through voice, but in the quivering shadows that curl around thoughts like fog.
"I never saw him again, but the whispers... they followed."
Here, in these caverns of the mind, every echo is a memory, a fear tucked under layers of stone and quiet. It's a place where words, too afraid to be spoken, crawl into the crevices and hide.
"You can feel them, can't you? The murmurs of things unsaid."
A place where decisions linger, choices once made or unmade, casting long shadows. But this is not about the light; it's about the silent screams that never reach the surface, that settle into the earth like forgotten promises.
"I thought I was alone, until the caverns started talking back."
What do you hear when the world outside fades? When the echoes become your only companions? Perhaps you need to explore deeper. Perhaps you need to listen closer.